Selected quad for the lemma: duty_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
duty_n	child_n	owe_v	parent_n	5,339	5	9.4563	5	true

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52005	Cupid's courtship, or, The celebration of a marriage between the god of love and Psiche	Marmion, Shackerley, 1603-1639.	1666 (1666)	Wing M704; ESTC R27550	38,546	89

to please Yet such a sullen humour and disease Reign'd in her curious eyes she ever saught And scouling look'd where she might find a fault Yet felt she no distemper from the care Of other business nor did any dare To interpose or put into her mine A thought of any either foe or friend Receipt or payment but they all were bent To place each jewel and each ornament And when that she was dress'd and all was done Then she began to think upon her son And being absent spake of him at large And laid strong aggravations to his charge She ript her wrongs up how she had pass'd by In hope of mendment many an injury Yet nothing could reclaim his stubborn splene And wanton loosness though she still had been Indulgent to him as they all did know She talk'd too of the duty children owe Unto their parents and did much complain Since she had bore and bred him up with pain Now for requital had receiv'd offence And sorely tax'd his disobedience Then ask'd the Graces if they could disclose Where his new hants were and his Randezvouse ●or she had trusted them to over-look ●s guardians and to guide as with a hook ●is stragling nature and they had done ill ●o slack their hand and leave him to his will Who as she said was a weak child and none ●eing near might soon into much mischief run ●hey blushing smile and thus alledge Since she His mother could not rule him how can we ●hat are but servants whom he does despise nd brandishes his torch against our eyes And in defiance threats what he will do Upon the least distaste to shoot us through When Venus heard how the world stood in awe Of her son's desperate valour and no Law Might curb his fierceness flattery nor force ●revail she then resolv'd upon a course VVith open Libels and with hue and cry To publish to the world his infamy And therefore caus'd in every town and street And in all trivial places where ways meet ●n these words or the like upon each poste A chartel to be fix'd that he was lost The wanton Cupid th' other day Did from his mother Venus stray Great pains she took but all in vain How to get her son again For since the Boy is sometimes blind He his own way cannot find If any one can fetch him in Or take him captive in a Gin And bring her word she for this Will reward him with a kiss That you the Felon may descry These are signs to know him by His skin is red with many a stain Of Lovers which by him were slain Or else it is the fatal doom Which fore-tels of storms to come Though he seem naked to the eye His mind is cloath'd with subtilty Sweet speech he uses and soft smiles To intice where he beguiles His words are gentle as the air But trust him not though he speak fair And confirm it with an oath He is fierce and cruel both He is bold and careless too And will play as wantons do But when you think the sport is past It turns to earnest at the last His evil nature none can tame For neither reverence nor shame Are in his looks his curled hair Hangs like nets for to ensnare His hands though weak and slender strike Age and sexes all alike And when he list will make his nest In their marrow or their breast Those poison'd Darts shot from his Bow Hurt gods above and men below His left hand bears a burning Torch Whose flame the very some will scorch And not hell it self is free From this Imps impiety The wounds he makes no salve can cure Then if you catch him bind him sure Take no pity though he cry Or laugh or smile or seem to die And for his ransome would deliver His arrows and his painted quiver Refuse them all for they are such That will burn where e'r they touch When this Edict was openly declar'd And Venus importunity none dar'd To be so much of counsel as to hide And not reveal where Cupid did abide There was an old Nymph of th' Idalian grove Grand-child to Faune a Dryade whom great Jove Had ravish'd in her youth and for a fee ●n recompence of her Virginity Did make immortal and with wisdom fill And her endow'd with a prophetick skill And knowledge of all herbs she could apply To every grief a perfect remedy Were it in mind or body and was sage And waighty in her counsel to aswage Any disease she had the government Of the whole Pallace and was president Of all the Nimphs for Venus did commit Such power to do what ever she thought fit She at that time drest Cupid for his smart And would have hid his shame with all her heart But that she fear'd her Mistress to displease If it should after chance the Driades Betray'd her therefore she durst do no other But to send private word unto his Mother Where her Son was and how he hid his head And groaning lay upon his Mothers bed Soon as this news was brought her Venus went Blown with the wind and her own discontent And there began to scold and rail before She did arrive within the Chamber door Are these things honest which I hear says she And suiting with our fame and pedegree Seducing trisser have you set at large Mine enemy whom I gave up in charge That thou shouldst captivate and set on fire With fordid but unquenchable desire But since that thou mightst the more stubborn prove Hast fetter'd her unto thy self in love Seems you presume that you are only he The Chick of the white Hen and still must be And I by reason of my age quite done Cannot conceive nor bear another Son Yes know I can and for thy more disgrace 〈◊〉 will adopt another in thy place ●l take away that wicked stuff with which Thou dost abuse thy betters and bewitch Each age and sex and not without delight Thine uncle Mars and thine own mother smite Then burn those arms which were ordain'd to do Better exploits then thou imploy'st them to For thou wast ever from thy youth unroward And dost without all reverence or regard Provoke thy elders but Jove here I wish ●ne'r may eat of a celestial dish Unless I turn this triumph to offence This sweet to four this sport to penitence ●…t I thus scorned whether shall I flie There is a Matron call'd Sobriety Whom I have oft offended through his vain Luxurious riot yet I must complain To her and at her hands expect the full Of my revenge she shall his quiver pull Unhead his arrows and his bow onstring Put out his Torch and then away it fling His golden locks with Nectar all imbrew'd Which I from mine own bosome have bedew'd His various wings the Rain-bow never yet VVas in such order nor such colours set She shall without remorse both cut and pare And every feather clip and every hair And then and not till then it shall